Eternal partnerships are impossible because Justice is too computationally expensive. Let us consider the famous trolley problem. If we accept its parameters, the solution is extremely simple: you must kill the one person and save the five. Anything else is simply stupid. But if I add that the one person is a saint while the five are criminals everything changes; now you must save the saint and give the criminals an expedited death penalty. But if I again add that the saint is eighty while the criminals are ten everything changes again; now you must send the saint to Heaven early and hope you can rehabilitate the children, who are probably guilty of shoplifting. And so on and so forth. The mechanical utility calculation is not nearly as difficult as deciding which pieces of information to include in it. There is no limit to what may be relevant and how many times your opinion may flip, which is how dramas can have so many twists and turns.
During hard times, equal partners inevitably spend all of their time manipulating and gaslighting each other to do the dirty work. ‘It's your turn to take out the trash.’ ‘No, I did it twice in a row before.’ ‘You did it twice because I agreed that we could have strawberry rather than chocolate ice cream; it's still your turn.’ ‘We agreed that when I cleaned the bathroom it would count for both ice cream and trash.’ ‘No we did not!’ And so on and so forth. The arguments escalate until one party concludes that the cost of dealing with their partner is greater than whatever they originally brought to the table and the partners break up.
Because partnerships are so unstable, most long term relationships have a leader who takes the responsibility for cleaning up and consequently earns the right to control the situation to avoid problems too difficult or painful to fix. These relationships require less Justice because each and every decision is no longer up for debate. Instead, both parties periodically compare their overall relationship satisfaction against market norms and negotiate changes when necessary.
The more permanent their relationship becomes, the more sense it makes for them to invest in each other. A good manager wants his employees to learn new skills; a good employee cares about the reputation and market share of his company. But as they become more mutually invested and the penalties for breaking up increase, the power dynamic between them intensifies! Now when things go wrong they sink their teeth into each other. The leader may demand a noncompete clause, threaten to cut wages, or even resort to violence. The follower is by no means helpless; they may fight back, refuse to work, or sabotage the equipment, like Alinsky recommending students protest smoking regulations by covering the sidewalks with chewing gum.
True rent-seeking slavery is not stable, because leading miserable, incompetent, lazy fools is not fun. Victory in the War of the Ring would have actually been the worst case for Sauron, who would have had even more smelly orcs to manage! When these power dynamics reach their Nash Equilibrium, the result is something like a feudal Lord and Vassal relationship. This leads to stability, mutual investment, and much greater happiness for both parties than pure individual freedom.
The entire world rejoices in a state of domination! Isn't that right, Joy Boy!?!
Monarchies only work when the king is significantly more intelligent and powerful than his vassals. But kings are very lonely, and we long for the impossible partnership: someone who genuinely wants to understand, appreciate, and support us. Sexual relationships are so painful because a wife must be very rebellious. He cannot consider her his partner unless she brings something to the table, which means her own life, projects, and areas where she is superior to him. If she gradually builds a herd of dairy cows, he may not understand the details of making cheese or managing milkmaids, and he certainly does not want to concern himself with their daily schedule. She must constantly argue with him when his decisions impact her and her work in ways that he does not expect, and she is an expert at digging her heels in until she gets what she wants.
Most of the time they can work things out, but not always. When the warlike Viking ships appear on the horizon and he chooses to sacrifice her entire herd rather than risk his soldiers, how can he explain the effectiveness of their swift ships and round shields, the strengths of their legendary Captains, or the unexpected obstacles delaying his allies? Even if she knows logically that being regulated by her husband is far less painful than facing the warlike Vikings by herself, she can never exult in losing something she loves, and she can never trust him so completely that she totally overcomes herself. Perhaps if he had trained harder or calculated better her cattle would still be alive! She must know that he will chain her in the basement until she calms down and remembers the big picture rather than allow her to destroy a bond she has gently nurtured over many years in a single moment of rage. Partnerships are simply not strong enough to handle the stress of eternal life.
Sex is the elegant solution. Since the star-crossed lovers are doomed to high friction that cannot be resolved through discussion, he must be very good at conquering her with violence. When both parties are confident that he can safely apply significant force to her, they can both relax. She feels free to argue with him when necessary because it will not be truly dangerous for her; her constant rebellion does not bother him because he knows he can forcefully end any argument whenever he wishes. She knows that when she really wants something she can probably wear him down; he knows that he can make this expensive enough to limit frivolous requests. I didn't feel that English had any suitable words for expressing the semi-voluntary nature of sexual relationships, so I created the new word bauglin, a contraction of the Sindarin bauglir, meaning tyrant, oppressor, or constrainer, and linda meaning beautiful singing. BAAWW-gleen is just a fun word!
A woman loves her man because of his bauglin energy, not in spite of it. She needs a man who is powerful enough to protect and provide for her, and she wants to infatuate him with her beauty and sexual energy. If she succeeds, he will take her. Ability plus strong desire equals action, full stop, no excuses. Nothing enrages a woman more than a man she loves not pushing through her token resistance. She wants him to think of her as his possession because her resulting position is actually very tactically strong: if he rearranges her face on Monday, he will not enjoy sex with her on Tuesday. If and only if he commits to a permanent relationship, he finds that their incentives align so perfectly that he is more or less forced to take care of her.
Oh, aye, Sassenach, I am your master . . . and you’re mine. Seems I canna possess your soul without losing my own.
When a woman has fully developed her feminine value, she not only tolerates this light oppression, but actively enjoys it. She is superrationally confident that if things really go wrong, she can just submit to him and begin again after things have calmed down. Sex for women is an adventure; her man is one of the most interesting and exciting features of her otherwise somewhat tame life, and she studies him the way Napoleon walked the cliffs of Austerlitz. She enjoys living her life with heedless passion, being selfishly naughty from time to time, defusing his anger, and accepting her punishments.
Bauglin energy is confusing because a man oppresses his wife in two distinctly different ways. During sex, his selfishness level is high, but her pain level is low. They are sparring and she is enjoying herself despite her physical and emotional turmoil while he takes what he wants. But when the warlike Vikings arrive, the situation inverts: her pain level is high, while his selfishness is low. He grits his teeth and does what must be done, trusting that when the dust settles she will appreciate him - which will not happen unless she can see how he was looking out for her the whole time. After several such trials she totally surrenders to him. But this bonding process requires a great deal of time, because the couple must go through hell together, but if the warlike Vikings are constantly at the gates then he is an incompetent fool!
Women thus live in a strange quantum superposition: by Day they are our partners who build with us, while at Night they are the sexual slaves who pleasure us. When this works, the couple lives both halves passionately. During the Day, they build together. He must protect his home anyway, and as a refiner she can spend his money more effectively than he can. He is happy to help her realize her dreams as long as they are beautiful and pleasant, so she gets most of the freedom of a partner with very little of the responsibility. At Night, she loses herself in his arms. When they begin to mate, she feels his desire to possess her, but resists it. She is, after all, his partner, and she must know that she can rebel safely. But as the dance continues and the tension between them rises, her excitement grows until finally she is overwhelmed by his feelings and surrenders to him completely, desiring only to please him, be one with him, make his fantasies real, and thereby feel him as intensely as possible. They fuck until their bodies give out and the next Day begins.
Tell me what a man finds sexually attractive and I will tell you his entire philosophy of life. Show me the woman he sleeps with and I will tell you his valuation of himself. No matter what corruption he's taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which he cannot perform for any motive but his own enjoyment—just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity!—an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exaltation, only in the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces him to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and to accept his real ego as his standard of value. He will always be attracted to the woman who reflects his deepest vision of himself, the woman whose surrender permits him to experience—or to fake—a sense of self-esteem . . . . Love is our response to our highest values—and can be nothing else.
In practice, the consistently high friction required is simply too painful, and usually one side 'wins'. When the husband wins, he uses his authority to stop future conflicts before they happen by strictly enforcing traditional gender norms. This is not the end of the world; traditional gender norms are traditional because they work, and even intelligent and energetic women usually enjoy being barefoot and pregnant. Nevertheless, she is now responsible for domestic success without control over either her inputs or outputs, and there are inevitably broken edge cases. These restrictions feel particularly chafing because she can never appeal past tradition. Her primary strategy for dealing with authority is patience, but she cannot be patient if she will never be allowed to do something. Intelligent and energetic women in particular may begin to feel trapped, helpless, and depressed.
When the wife wins, she turns her husband into a servant leader. She dominates their superficially equal relationship because she is willing to argue longer. When she approves, she follows. When she does not, she throws a tantrum or simply does whatever she wishes anyway. Either way, it is his privilege to clean up after her. Since he cannot control where she will go, all he can do is attempt to hold things together by removing every rock from her path. The more successful he is, the easier life appears to her, the less she appreciates him, and the more she demands, until finally she reduces him to her butler. The less successful he is, the more contemptuous she becomes, the more she must take on the burdens of leadership herself, and the more neurotic she becomes. Eventually one of them leaves in disgust.
But when they try to opt out, they find their bodies dragging them back together. Modern hookup culture is a disaster for women because sex is always a little degrading for them. Even within a loving marriage he is conquering her and flexing his authority. Her soul can only truly enjoy this when she deeply admires her husband, values the relationship sex unlocks, and is confident he will not go overboard. He must demand that she put the crown on his head, but he should not need her to go ass to mouth while wrapped in barbed wire to prove her submission. Chad does not care about the emotions of his booty call; he just wants to feel good. She cannot understand why her body enjoys throwing itself at the feet of dominant men so much, and she is constantly losing control and waking up feeling violated.
Our politicians and bureaucrats jumped at the chance to expand their power by helping women attempt to solve their problems legally. No-fault divorce laws allow a woman to opt out of marriage at any time; if she claims emotional abuse the family courts will frequently award her the kids, the house because she has the kids, and generous child support and alimony because she has the house and kids. DEI laws incentivize companies to pay women above their market value. Legal standards increasingly require affirmative consent, which means an aggressive player may be convicted of rape even if the woman did not actively resist. Abortion laws give women the sole right to terminate unwanted pregnancies, while men have only the responsibility to pay for her decision. This new legal framework dramatically increases the leverage women have in both hookups and relationships, even when the man is not actually breaking any laws.
Men have responded by trying to manipulate women's minds and especially bodies. Initially this is thrilling, but the red pill never really leads past the hookup stage because it involves such an explicitly antagonistic worldview. Most partnerships at least begin with mutually beneficial intentions, but basing a relationship on game means warping straight to the manipulation and gaslighting and clutching a scorpion to your breast from day one. This is a huge amount of work for five minutes of bliss a few times per week, and most players eventually grow into more general self improvement. Modern relationships with women simply do not work for men, and more and more of us are simply opting out of them altogether. This process is not happening peacefully. Being targeted by a massive campaign of unjustified resentment and ingratitude is miserable. Watching modern women continue this campaign even as Western Civilization collapses is simply incomprehensible. We are burning with white hot rage and freezing with icy contempt.
Most women have realized that something has gone wrong and are looking for the exit, or would be, except that all of this masculine rage, no matter how justified, is making it impossible for them to just ask men to take the reins again. No man could put ‘I love being forced to do dirty work by a strong boss’ on his resume without courting disaster, especially if his boss was already infuriated with him. And much of the contempt simply isn't justified. All modern people have been the target of an unbelievably powerful, malicious, ubiquitous, seductive, destructive, historically unprecedented propaganda campaign. Did you know that Gloria Steinem was CIA? Many have fallen, even among men, and very few are truly standing tall under this immense pressure.
All women really want is a greater appreciation for what they bring to the table. If I were to describe our problems in a nutshell, it would be that men have valued women individually but not collectively, while women have valued men collectively but not individually. But beauty and pleasure are important. They may sometimes be sacrificed during difficult times, but in the end thriving is not optional. Only women can power the Great Restoration! If all we needed was a big battle followed by drinking in Valhalla, men would be fine on our own. But as the name implies, it will mostly be about cleaning, healing, rebuilding, and regeneration, which are all areas where women shine. Worse, it will require many battles over a long period of time. Men can only fight that hard for that long to thrive, not to survive. The sexes may not be equal in authority, but we are equal in value, and we can only win together.
Greater appreciation directly leads to greater demand, and women are ready for this. Bodice-ripping romances about female protagonists being semi-violently taken by powerful men fly off the shelves. Most women are happy to be a man's personal slut at Night as long as they can be his partner again the next Day, and the key to fixing the traditional patriarchy is replacing its hard one-size-fits-all boundaries with soft personal ones. In other words, it means telling them 'slowly' rather than 'no'. This does require a lot of work to prepare the experiments, handle their irritation when we allow them to learn by the school of hard knocks, and clean up when things go really wrong. But it gives us something to do, and it dramatically increases the alignment of the couple; when she can be patient, it is much easier for her to keep loving and supporting him, and that makes it easier for him to remember that she is a net positive despite her thorns.
Finally, marriage is a sacrament because it is simply too difficult for us without God, especially finding suitable partners and resolving conflicts. If you are not extremely vulnerable to your partner, they are not bringing enough to the table, so both parties must be able to appeal to God for His Justice when things go seriously wrong.
Men stood by their fences and looked at the ruined corn, drying fast now, only a little green showing through the film of dust. The men were silent and they did not move often. And the women came out of the houses to stand beside their men—to feel whether this time the men would break. The women studied the men's faces secretly, for the corn could go, as long as something else remained. The children stood near by drawing figures in the dust with bare toes, and the children sent exploring senses out to see whether men and women would break. After a while the faces of the watching men lost their bemused perplexity and became hard and angry and resistant. Then the women knew that they were safe and that there was no break. Then they asked, What'll we do? And the men replied, I don't know. But it was all right. The women knew it was all right, and the watching children knew it was all right. Women and children knew deep in themselves that no misfortune was too great to bear if their men were whole.
Overcoming any and all challenges is the awesome and terrifying responsibility of a man, and women want no part of it. Men are going to take charge, and we are not going to discuss, negotiate, or ask permission to do so. The problem is that women think of men like light switches. As regulators, our work is somewhat mechanical, and it is very easy for women to point out what and when something is going wrong and then expect men to fix it without worrying about how and why.
But in reality, wearing the crown of thorns is the most difficult thing anyone can ever do. No man can truly say ‘I don't know, but it will be all right,’ no matter how much we want to. If you are going to ask your family to suffer with you, you must know how to win. If you do not, they will eventually leave you; no one wants to suffer now to suffer more later! Determination is necessary, but not sufficient without the expertise; the greatest harm can result from the best intentions. The warlike Vikings are here and women will not be able to understand who will be making what sacrifices, why our plans are fair, or how they will lead to victory. We will have to drag them through it.
The second problem is that if we negotiate with individual women, everyone will have an incentive to hold out. In fact, this is already happening. Feminists viciously attack the Men of the West from beneath the very umbrella of protection and provision we provide! They are rewarded, while 'trad' women who try to do the right thing lose, because they cannot avoid being the personal embodiment of their husbands' ongoing resentment of the recalcitrant Longhouse and falling into a very male-dominated version of the traditional patriarchy. We cannot seriously ask our wives to sacrifice for us until we remove our favor from the women who hate us.
Bloody constraint; for if you hide the crown, even in your hearts, there will he rake for it. Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming, in thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove, that if requiring fail, he will compel.
I know that women must be happy. You cannot share what you do not possess, and you cannot be endlessly patient unless you can wake up every day and live your dreams. And thus I have negotiated on your behalf: despite playing a far from insignificant role in the destruction of Western Civilization, you will receive a patriarchy far superior to the original, which was itself far superior to our current Longhouse nightmare. You will flourish more than ever before.
Therefore I say to you: SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCHES! We understand how to fix these problems AND YOU DO NOT! Until this crisis is resolved, you are going to follow our commands during the Day, get on your knees and pleasure us at Night, and be endlessly grateful to God and your husbands that you are not only being spared the apocalyptic future brewing on the horizon, but get to live out your personal romantic fantasies.
Women who reject these terms will be ruthlessly excluded from our communities, and they will learn the difference between gentle tyranny and true brutality the hard way. Our traitorous elites have flooded our country with foreign military-age men. They have already been primed for violence by decades of propaganda against the West, Whites, and Imperialism. The details of Rotherham are not pleasant reading. When the system breaks and they are freed from all restraints, they will mercilessly rape, torture, and enslave any unprotected women they can find.
No one wants to see this, least of all me. But hard times are already baked in the cake, and the Men of the West will not make the tremendous sacrifices required to overcome them for women who do not appreciate us, let alone women who are actively and intentionally breaking everything we are trying to fix! Our wives would not want us to. Conservatism has failed so miserably because it has no bitch energy. Both male and female Ploinkists will pursue their personal visions of truth and beauty with endless fiery determination. It will be like the Ronaldo meme: I will love it, and I think I deserve it.
And then the Last Alliance will fight the Dark Lord and his deluded minions on the slopes of Mount Doom for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
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